Thursday, October 28, 2010

Things We Can’t Live Without

I have been reading tween and teen magazines before and somehow, until now. I’m not a teen anymore; I am a young adult now. I have to change my pace and act more refined. Now is the time that we will be judge according to our judgment and critical analysis of things.

As I am going back to those readable which is not readable to me anymore, If a person is asked a simple question of: what is the thing that you can’t live without? Typical answer would be: cell phones, computers and other objects on the high stream. “OMG. I will die without it!!!!” kinda stuff.



 Oh ok, follow up question: you were born without these things how come you are alive still?

Korean: It is hot! I will die! (Hides from the sun)
Filipino: Is there no sun in Korea?
(A conversation between a Filipino and Korean friend in High School)

I realized that I have grown a bit. You see, when I was young I use to love the things that make my life easy or things that I want to have just to blend in the crowd. But in realty these things are just temporary. It will come and go. Why not we matter more on people not things?

If the same question will be asked from me, I would probably say that I can’t live without my family. Follow up question: “I meant THINGS, you imbecile!” I say: “Oh well you see, nothing is more important to me than my family. Things don’t give the happiness and love they give. So if you please excuse me, can I have that tape recorder?”  “What for?” they say. I slam the recorder to the ass’ throat; “this is for calling me an imbecile!”

I have a lot more to ponder but do not expect me to discover everything. I am not as smart as a Hermit and I do not intend to be one.


Monday, October 18, 2010

Gifts from a Psych Patient

NCMH changed the way I at look at psych patients. Just imagine an undifferentiated schiz patient who utters death, feces and urine at his delusional moments. He gave me weird things that helped me realize that he is a person of character: a person who is just sick and not a lunatic in a cell.

Weird things that made me roll on the floor… laughing.

Small Mango

Actually, when AC gave the mango to me, it was semi-rotten and was greenish-brown in color. He told me to eat it because he said that it is sweet. I told him that the mango is rotten and that it was not edible. As usual, he denied reality.

Big Rotten and Larvae-infested Mango

While accompanying AC to the water source for him to wash his hands, we came across a big mango. I was not surprised that he offered it again to me to eat it. He said that he will tell my mom that I don’t eat. I took the mango and hid it in my smock gown pocket; later on I discovered that it had stained my gown and my jeans. I threw the mango away.


While on Occupational Therapy, AC took out a square-shaped soap from his shorts. When I ask him where he was going to use it, he said that he will use it for bathing. But when I asked again, he said he was going to eat it.

The Rock

I actually forgot its story. Last thing I remember, he does not have plans on eating it. Thanks be to God.

Cigarette Butt

Before we started NPI, he picked up a cigarette butt. He said that he smokes. When I asked him what brands of cigarettes that he smokes, he said that he usually smokes CAMEL. I was about to change the topic when he added: “at saka tae”.

Salamat by Yeng Constantino

It wasn’t really a gift but I took it as a good bye present for me. Haha. I don’t know what prompted him to sing like that.

Cha: AC, dito na napuputol ang ugnayan natin. Hindi mo na ako makikita ulit, pero sa isang linggo, may papalit sa akin upang ipagpatuloy ito. Salamat sa lahat ng pagbabahagi mo sa akin tungkol sa iyong sarili, salamat din sa blah blah blah blah.......

AC: stares blankly......

Cha: ahhhh, AC, wala ka bang gustong sabihin?

AC: Kung ito man ang huling awiting aawitin....(Sings Salamat... with different lyrics about death, dying, feces and putang***s)

Sir J: Wahahahahahahahahahahahahaha (patago)

Cha: Wow, salamat sa kanta!

AC: Balik na ko!

I am just happy that before we left I know that I left something for him to keep and he did the same. Holy cow, I still can’t get over that song. Whenever I hear it playing from my laptop, I laugh, nonstop.


Saturday, October 16, 2010

Inspiring Quotes Beneath the Status Quo

Not for the faint hearted. Not for people who takes things seriously.

Only for the Jack-azz:

  • If you can’t where something nice, don’t wear anything at all
  • If you love me give your body
  • If you can’t be an inspiration, just expire
  • I am not patient, I am a nurse
  • Ang Gwapong Lalake, kung hindi taken, sila’y bakla, Kung hindi bakla, malamang patay na sila.
  • Hindi lahat ng aso ay hayop.. –Snoop dogg, Bow wow
  • Birds of the same feather make a good Federatyon!
  • I am not selfish! I only eat fish!
  • Aanhin mo ang damo kung wala ka naman kabayo. Pero isipin mo din, baka mukha kang kabayo, ikaw nalang ang kumain.
  • Pag may tiyaga, siguradong ilalalaga ka. Wala rin kwenta.
  • Aanhin mo ang and pagiging sexy kung mukha ka naman pasas?
  • Nakakagwapo ang pagiging varsity ng isang sport. Kung mukha kang pasas, galingan mo nalang sa sports… baka sakali.
  • Be the best that you can be. If someone is better than you, exterminate them, stat.
  • Never leave a man behind unless he is a pain in the ass.
  • When the going gets tough, the tough takes a nap.

How do you brighten someone's day?


Saturday, October 9, 2010

I hate Motor Cycles!

It was Wednesday, September 22, when I received a text from my mom that our pick up was hit by a motor cycle. The text message said: Anak, papunta akong bayan. Nabundol ako. My little brother, as witty as he was, asked me: Te, naglalakad ba si momi? Well, judging from the text message, the pick up was the one that was hit. Besides, momi was able to text and was heading to the nearest police station in town.

To make sure that mom is alright, I called her but she was driving. So I have no choice but to wait for her return. As soon as my mom arrived home, I inspected the damage. I can’t help but curse the people who ride motor cycles, all of them.

If you are a driver, you should know your right of way. From the point of reference, wherein the driver is going to stir to the right, your right of way is lane that you will block as you rejoin your proper lane and vice versa. Now, if you are about to rejoin the proper lane, your right of way becomes your rejoining lane. The lane you block now has the responsibility to look out for you because they are not your priority anymore.

Now when it comes to fucking motor cycles, the story is a lot different. Motor cycles make a driver’s life dangerous and miserable. Dangerous, because they come out of nowhere travelling at the speed of light and squeeze themselves on the narrowest spaces between the vehicles. Miserable, because if they were hit, and knock out of their seats, it is them who gets angry and apprehensive. If critically scrutinizing situations, it would be them who holds the greatest fault and who is not following their own protocols.

According to my mom, she was traveling the narrow road of Brgy. Masiit. She was heading towards the route to balibago. It was traffic and the road to SM was smooth and few vehicles are passing through it. My mom was able to stir to the right and will be able to rejoin the lane to Balibago. The container van truck (yellow bus) was providing adequate space for my mom to enter and so are the other vehicles (cute green cars). Until out of the blue comes that fucking motorcycle with two passengers, traveling in lightning speed. They swerved from the lane to the tiny bit of space that the container van truck is reserving for mom. Since they are traveling fast, they slammed at our pick up’s right, front lights. The driver’s jacket was caught by the pick up’s bumper and both of them was knocked out of their seats and ended up on the floor.

Barangay officials ran to the scene and rushed the assholes to the nearest community hospital. No one was actually badly hurt. They just suffered minor concussions and cuts. After securing their ass in the hospital, they were sent to the police station to explain their side. Of course, they blamed my mom which is their biggest lie. But when the police found out what happened, they took my mom’s side. They proved that the assholes were one who is at fault. My mom wants to get it over with so she said that “kanya-kanya nalang”. Whatever is the damage that was made that belongs to us; we will have it repaired by us and no one else.

As a normal defense mechanism of those moronic motorcycle riders, they plead that they don’t have enough money to pay for x-rays, medicines and bike repairs. They even asked my mom for money so they can pay for some hospital fees. But my mom is tight. She refused because it is their fault. Wala naman sila nagawa. They suffered for their arrogance and lack of discipline when riding their precious hell-bike. If I were with my mom that time, it would have been me who would shout and give lectures about discipline. Fortunately, it was the biker’s lucky day. It is my personal love to add insult to injury.  Sayang, I would have been verrrryyyy happy at that time.

If it happens to me, the sky would turn gray, the road would split in half and my pitchfork will come out from the cracks. Get ready to experience hell mother fuckers because I am one crazy and high tempered driver. Go figure.


Friday, October 1, 2010

Class Officers


As far as I can remember, we started electing class officers when we were in 3rd grade. Of course, as a child, I’m overly excited of electing officers by myself and what an honor it is to be one. Not even thinking about their roles and obligations, I was anxious and happy, indeed.

The election started and it ended. Damn! I was so upset when I was not even nominated for any of the positions written in the chalk board. As usual, the "smart ones" are the ones who were given the positions. The teacher told us that the officers will be responsible for the class, meaning, they will make the class keep quiet, form our lines, coordinate with the teachers and blah blah blah blah shiz.

As a child it is normal to flaunt their achievements. I remember how my classmates bragged about it and boy; their heads were as big as a hot-air balloon!!! At the first few weeks of their term, they were very active. Super active, the OA kind of active. They made us fall in line, they list our name in the noisy list after saying "OO" in a low voice, they get our IDs, and they tell the names of the noisy peeps to the teacher so that we'll be punished and so on and so on and so on.

See how they made my life miserable? But actually their activeness faded after 4-5 weeks. duh? What happened to your earthly duties, huh? hahaha!!!!!

Sure. Their actions made me happy and everything is back to normal again. And this where I became silent. Silence is not a mere silence to me. Silence means, I think and analyze things on my own. And then I found out that: officers are just for show, at that time.

When I was in third grade, everything was for show. Just so that people can say that we have a set of officers doing some job. Which actually doesn't do their jobs after 4-5 weeks. I realized that we are just kids. And that is what we do. It’s our nature to do what the adults say and later on do what we want to do. I do not blame my hot-aired classmates for being like that and in fact, I pity them whenever they take sermons from "GODJIRA". They know that they are in position and they have the responsibility.

My concept of class officers took a sharp turn when I took a grade higher and I transferred to a different school. So different that I could not think of ways of how to adapt. Since everything is different, the class officer system was different too.

This is where I learned that:
  • the concept of the "smart ones" has not been eradicated but it did when we were in high school
  • the president is the spicy apple of the eye of the teacher (laging napag-iinitan)
  • Ang vice president ang taga patay ng ilaw at electric fan
  • ang secreatary ay madalas tagasulat sa chalk board kapag tinatamad ang titser
  • ang secretary ay dapat maganda magsulat
  • ang secreatry ay madalas tagasulat lamang ng kung ano ano...
  • the treasurer collects the weekly dues and after they have collected it, the money just vanishes.
  • the treasurer collects money to buy something and after buying that something, the change vanishes
  • asside from the assistant treasurer, there is an auditor, who records financial paper works.
  • ang P.R.O ay usually wlang ginagawa.
  • there are 2 PROs. 1 boy and 1 girl. so wat? wats wrong wid 2 girls or 2 boys?
  • kasama pala sa set of class officers at election ang muse at escort
  • kung may nakalimutan akong position, it means that they are insignificant

what is written above is a mere perception of what has been observed, heard ans seen. don't tell me that all these are not true nor any of these are happening.

ayos diba. very different from what i have when i was younger. at that time, it seems like the work is uniformed and you are just doing one thing. but the system has great flaws in it because clear and specific responsibilities has never really understood by many, including me (please refer to the list above. hehe).

but believe it or not, it functions in a mysterious way and that later on you'll realize that evrything is in order. amazing shiz!! i do not know how they do it and i bet the class has something to do wid it....

all i know is that i grew up, loving and hating our class officers. and that's just about it. they still are your friends and classmates. and at the end of the day you'll realize "trabaho lang, walang personalan"


What Grade Do You Deserve?

This is the actual essay that I have written in moodle regarding the grade that I deserve for Rel Ed. Erick was our prof then, the cool and knowledgeable man.

I do believe that I deserve a grade of 92.

I deserve it because; I have attended all our class. I didn't let every Thursdays pass without attending rel ed. I did not consider on putting my name on the absentee's list just because I am tired from duty or because there are some undone requirements from other subjects or just because I’m too tired to attend.

I must admit that I failed once on submitting one of the requirements. It was entirely my fault and I have accepted the consequence of my actions. To redeem myself, I have to tell you that it only happened once and I have completed all the activities in moodle before it closes. I do follow the specified deadline for assignments too.

I participate in class all the time. Although it’s not my habit to recite, I do believe that learning takes place not only by reciting but also in listening and reflecting on what the teacher is saying. You are right, rel ed should not be graded on how the student have been answering quizzes and tests or performing charitable tasks that are done for the sake of the grade. I do learn a lot in class. My learning is always tested through essays during quizzes. life is not about multiple choice, identification, fill in the blank, matching types and enumeration that always requires you to have the correct answer but it is an essay that is written using your critical thinking and is not graded by its rightness and wrongness, it is graded on how you understand it.

Right now, there are no words that can explain how I learned a lot in this class. I could not memorize everything that was written in moodle like most people do nor could I remember the notes that I have written in my notebook. All I can tell you is that religion is all about humanization. Life is all about living in solidarity and not being apathetic. Do not do unto others what you do not want to do unto you.

I hope that I have convinced you that I deserve that grade. Thank you for being our prof in rel ed for the whole sem. I hope that we still see you next sem. thank you and have a nice day.

So how do you convince yours?


Cha's rules for men who wears slim jeans

Originally posted last Jul 27, '08 10:46 AM
At Multiply, for cha's contacts

My intention is not to discourage you to wear slim jeans. Remember that not all people looks good wearing it. i can't help but notice the male-slimjeans-mishaps.

1.       siguraduhing hindi ka mukhang suman. get the right pair.
2.       wag masyadong fit. baka bumakat.
3.       kung low waist ung jeans, mag belt. baka mahubuan.
4.       Wag magsuot ng gusot. baka habulin kayo ng plantsa.
5.       buy the right length. pangit kapag nagbunch up sa may ankles. sana nag leg warmer ka nalang..
6.       sneekers are nice. slip-ons are excellent but crocs is a big no-no!!!
7.       wag masyado maluwag, nag-slim jeans ka pa.
8.       do not fold it at the height of your knees. except kung baha.
9.       it would look much better if you match it with a nice, not-so-short and not-so-long shirts, pede polo.
10.     if you can't wear something nice, don't wear anything at all. it's much better that way. *wink